Today all the sources would agree that the day of their death was a cold dark day Scuttled ships have blocked the sea and the pallid light of morning melts into an ashy gray
Chorus: And goodbye to everything sayonara everyone they are tired write the eulogy And I saw them as they passed it was like a millstone cast far into the deep blue sea
No one understood a word they said hailed them all as kings up upon a pedestal Their names scribbled on a parchment piece would sink like any ship listing fast from ruptured hull
The murky sea is black dismal and so deep millstones rocket through the dark into its icy keep A resting place for broken ships a cemetery for the humble no ones here to make you stumble
If Jesus Christ is true then I am mostly lies if Jesus Christ is Love then I have failed to try if Jesus Christ is Life then please just let me die let...this...die...